I must inform his wife.’ She mouthed words that were utterly pointless. ‘Can you get me a towel from the bathroom?’, he added. ‘I’ve stepped... in some broken glass.’ It had been two weeks since Lyla had waved goodbye to her husband, in the cool early mornings house. A thought she reflected on often enough, to the point of obsession. Dressed in only her robe, she’d clung to him on the front porch, not wanting to let go… He squeezed her tight, smoothing a big hand over the top of her head and down. 'Now, honey, if I want you to touch me, I'll tell you. I don't want you to worry about not knowing what to do, or if you're doing right, or if you're pleasing me. If you do as I say, I'll be pleased. Really pleased.' Janine grinned to herself. This was all for his benefit, wasn't it? Somehow, she wasn't as sure of that as she had been. Her pussy was so hot. She could feel how wet she was getting. Damn, this control stuff was a lot of fun.Dave leant forward, sniffing slightly. Jan stood before. "A dance my dear?" he asked Marie.Her eyes dipped in embarrassment, but a quick glance to her smiling husband and she walked to the dance floor with the handsome, mysterious stranger."And I would be pleased if you would share this dance with me," responded Jacques to which Mioki smiled, took his hand and then nuzzled a bit more closely than was necessary as the music began. She could tell he was already a bit flustered at her opening gambit."Your wife is very beautiful," said Mioki in his. I politely waived as he jogged up toward me. Acknowledging my presence the jogger slowed his progression to a stop. His muscled arms were covered in sweat and his t-shirt was drenched as well. I couldn’t help but notice how his natural cooling system had drizzled down into his jogging shorts causing the damp fabric to cling to him in all of the desirable places. Oh how nice it must have been to be his jock strap, holding back all of his manhood which I so longed to see and touch. My breathing.